Wednesday, 26 August 2015

The Prodigal Daughter


 
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 Driving past Law school after close from work,She had come across skimpy dressed females most of them probably in their 20s on a body show exhibition. What were they doing there? They were using what they had to get what they want. Their faces were uncovered with shame. They were using their bodies to hustle for cash.

The sound of their chewing gums were irritating. As different cars passed by,they beckoned " One night! One night!!"
 
But seriously, you know now times could be hard. Doing business required capital. Making ends meet came with its own challenges.  It could be hard breaking away from that cycle that never breaks.
 But is that enough justification to engage in such ventures? Knowing that these women"  could as well sell their bodies and make fast money. Now their customers are not just males , they even source for females like themselves?? Money was their motivation. Indulging in sexual activities was the game.
 
 Back to my story...something was not just right as she drove past their exhibition booth. There was particularly one of them so young and fresh. Why would she be involved in prostitution? It grieved her to see them being used by the devil. She could have ministered to all but to conquer Samaria you start small.  She could have driven past and say a prayer or chastise them like most of us would have done but instead,what did she do?

She stopped her car and beckoned to the young fresh-looking prostitute. With immediate alacrity, the prostitute came over happy to have nailed a client. The prostitute exposed a large portion of her breasts,thighs and legs( branding/marketing strategy)

"One night? Or..." The prostitute asked.It didn't matter to her if her "client" was a female like herself.For all she cared, it could be her or maybe she was an agent for male client. Lesbianism didn't seem wrong.

Winding down her car window, She said "one night..." Then opened the car for the supposedly fresh looking prostitute to enter.
 
"How much will you pay?"
"Hop in...Let's discuss" She has said
 
After driving some few kilometers from the " danger zone", She could not help it anymore. With tears in her eyes, she said to the prostitute in her car,
" I want to tell that...Jesus loves you!"
 
The impact of those very words were profound. Both Client and service provider began a journey of shedding tears. One wept to see a precious life wasting away and the other wept repentantly.
 
The prostitute said" Nobody has told me this. For the past five years ,I stopped going to church....Thanks"
 
 How the strength and inspiration came to win an unbeliever remains attributed to the help of the Holy spirit. In the car, it was an eyeball to eyeball talk on the love of the Father. It was so touching that the prostitute made up her mind to not turn back to Sodom and Gomorrah. In the car, the prostitute changed her clothes to more presentable wears. 
 
She had collected her number and ensured she did a follow-up. She was determined to let the rejoicing in heaven continue over a new convert. The prodigal daughter.Her name was Melody.


After the whole episode, She had felt so fulfilled. The joy in heart could not be contained. She had won a soul. m Most importantly, she had touched a life! The next day, the transformed "prostitute" came over to her office for an appointment, more encouragements and godly counsel was given to her by her supposed " client".
Melody left the office with business contacts for possible employments and as a better person with clearer purpose in life.

NB:This is a true story. Several times we are quick to judge people by their deeds. Have we deemed it necessary to be the change we desire? Do our lifestyle portray what we preach? Are just being religious or doing the work God has entrusted to us? Remember we are all going to be accountable for the number of lives we touched and how we spent our life on earth...


Wednesday, 5 August 2015

But all that glitters is not gold now


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What's up with ladies and material things? From my own angle, it is not just a lady's thing. It applies to every Tom, Dick and Harry. Truth be told, everybody desires the good things of life-lots of money, fancy clothes, luxuriously furnished mansion, posh cars, latest gadgets and the list is endless. The desire is not bad but when it becomes out of control or one has to break a bank then wahala dey!

These days people want to cut corners to have access to wealth. They don't want to go through the process. The process could be long and quite stressful but that what makes the journey interesting. When the opportunity presents itself to get wealthy and live large, one would not think twice before grabbing it, myself inclusive.

Brings me to the point that keeping up with the Joneses.  Trying to gain acceptance and recognition. Like they say all na for show. Have you come across persons who drive posh cars but can afford to fuel it? They still beg for transport fares from their friends who live ordinarily. What of those that use the latest phone but still borrow people's phone to browse because they cannot buy data for their latest gadget.

What's the point of wearing designers clothes and you still beg for meals? Is it not  pointless driving a very expensive car and yet the person remains a tenant?

All these show that all that glitters is not gold. Some people are simply living other people's lives. They are faking it. The rule of fake it to make it does not apply here.

On one fateful day, I came across a display picture, where a girl gave a dude wrong number after he had toasted her in a shopping mall. Obviously, the girl in question was not interested in him and all his gibberish talk. So she had formulated wrong numbers and had given him to sha drive him away. But the moment she saw him enter a homer jeep, the story took a new twist. The girl left all that she was doing and pursued him in the jeep screaming that she had given him wrong numbers. This harm could be undone because the jeep had sped off leaving the poor girl regretful.

My point is why is she so sure that the guy is the owner of the jeep? For crying out loud, he could have been a driver or something?Or he could have borrowed his friend's or uncle's jeep to impress people at the mall. My candid advice to the girl-take chill pills,  remember all that glitters is not gold...